“The Knocking Over of the Trophy”

Never had Scott been so ready to top a chick. He, however, felt too exposed in the rear—not to mention that his sand-colored butt cheeks were chiseled marble under oilskin. Simply put, Scott couldn’t be sure that Bert wouldn’t goose him.

Scott climbed onto the queen-size bed and lay on his back. “Get on top of me, Lily.”

Lily peeled off her whities the rest of the way and hopped onto the saddle of Scott’s abs. For a moment, it was just Lily and Scott.

Lily guided Scott’s pecker into her birth slit.

Scott couldn’t believe it, but Lily’s pussy already had a layer of film inside.

Thirstier than dry sands, Lily’s almond eyes drank from Scott’s oval eyes. Slowly, she began to ride him.

“Holy fuck!” Scott said.

The bed creaked lazily.

Lily sped her jumps.

The bed squeaked faster.

And Scott caressed Lily’s breasts.

Lily stopped bumping her vulva onto Scott’s birdie.

“What’s the matter?” Scott said.

In Lily’s cunt, Scott started to sense a cock pushing alongside his.

“This can’t be happenin’,” Scott said.

The second wiener kept slinking in.

“Relax,” Lily whispered. She zagged her dainty fingers through Scott’s clipped shags of sandy brown—and went against the front flow of Scott’s hair.

Hard as he tried, Scott couldn’t stop quaking, for the slipperiness of Bert’s penis almost made Scott cum. This was gayer than anything Scott had prepared for.

Bert’s banana rubbed Scott’s thing in a too-familiar way.

Freaked, Scott pushed Lily back.

Lily, however, resumed her humping.

“Holy Moses!” Scott cried out.

The young men began to thrust in unison. Then, they changed rhythm—with Bert pulling out whenever Scott humped, and Scott withdrawing whenever Bert pistoned in.

The feeling was phantasmagoric, especially the thought of their pre-cum mixing inside the girl’s volcano. To Scott’s shock, straight sex and gay sex were compatible! Furthermore, Scott could sense Bert’s cock contract and relax. Never had Scott been